I'm a rambler; I'm a gambler

I'm a long way from my home

If you people don't like me

I can make out on my own

'Cause it's dark and it's raining

And the moon gives no light

And my pony can hardly travel

On this darkened road at night

You know, once I had a true love

Lord, her age was just sixteen

She was the flower of Belloton

And the rose of Aberdeen

But her parents did not like me

And now she feels much the same

If I'm written in your diary

Well, blot out my name

'Cause there's changes in the ocean

And there's changes in the sea

And there's changes in my own true love

But there ain't no change in me